Missing girl found bound in warehouse
Monday, April 26, 2004 Posted: 11:27 AM EDT (1527 GMT)


SYRACUSE, New York (AP) -- A 5-year-old girl was found bound in duct tape under a tarp at an abandoned warehouse Sunday, a day after she left home to visit a friend two blocks away.

A potential buyer of the warehouse in suburban DeWitt found the girl after he heard her crying and looked under the tarp. She was reported in stable condition at University Hospital, and gave authorities a description of her abductor, whom police were searching for Sunday night.



What the fuck was the kid doing walking ANYWHERE alone?

So. I get this call from an unknown number. The girl talks about a credit card I've been approved for and says that it's one with no fees or anything and that a rep from the credit department will call me back.

30 minutes later, a rep calls. He confirms some information and starts talking about this card. It sounds good: no annual fees, no securities, no deposits required, etc. And since the company reports to all three credit bureaus, they can repair my credit in 6 months, provided I don't make any late payments. Blah blah. Sounds good so far, right? All they have to do is charge me the LOWEST processing fee in the COUNTRY. A fee of $129.95. I let him ramble for a little while about how great the card is. Then I cut him off and say "You know what? I'm really not interested in this card. I don't want to add even $130 to my debt, just to improve my credit. So thanks and take my name out of your system." Max then proceeds to tell me that I can't possibly understand what he's been telling me or I wouldn't say that. " Well, all this information: your debt and the 1... 2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10... 11 rejections you've gotten are now private. Just between you and this bank. No one else knows now... we have all the records. So this is your last chance. If you don't take this card, you'll never get another one and your credit will get worse. You don't understand what i'm saying at all." I tell him "Actually, I DO understand everything you're saying but I'm really not interested in adding even a little more debt to what I've already got. So take my name off your list: I don't want a card from your company." Dude then gets cheeky. He says "Really? Seriously? That's so strange. This doesn't increase your debt at all. You obviously don't get this. Ma'am, you are the STRANGEST person I have ever talked to. ever." and then he hangs up on me.

Motherfucker.

So I call back and let the phone ring for a little while. No answer. I hunt all over Google and Verizon.com for a listing for the company but I can't find one. So I call the number again and a man answers. I tell him that I want to know what the name of the company is because his number is on my caller ID. He stutters something about "I can't really... hear you. I.. well, this is Max with PCS. How can I help you?" I give him my name and say someone called me a little while ago and I'd like to know for sure that my name is out of their system so that I won't get a card from their company. He stammers a bit... telling me he's gonna pull up my information. Then he realizes who I am and goes right back into DICK MODE. "You know what? Your information is already CANCELLED out of our system because you told me you didn't want a card." I tell him that's really all I wanted to know. He says "I still don't understand why you want to do this." I said, "Well, because you want to charge me a fee to sign up and I really don't want to add even that much more to my debt." He says, in a very exasperated tone, that I already told him that and that we said our goodbyes and he doesn't understand why I'm being this way. I say, "No. There were no goodbyes. I said I didn't want the card, you said I was the strangest person you'd ever talked to just because I didn't want the card." He says, "YES! And I will stick to that statement till the day I die. You ARE THE STRANGEST PERSON I HAVE EVER TALKED TO. You are very weird! Have a good night!"

I think my "Well, FINE, DICK!" was a bit lacking but I'm saving the real insults for later. I got all fuckin' night, Max.

hehe.

SEYMOUR, Texas (AP) -- A woman accused of killing her 10-year-old autistic son in northern Texas and trying to make it appear he died in an auto accident pleaded guilty to murder Monday.


Melanie Rochelle Dickson, 34, was sentenced to 30 years in prison and must serve 15 years before she's eligible for parole, officials said.

Authorities said she slashed her son's wrists, throat and Achilles tendons in a Seymour motel room in 2002. The next morning she was found sitting in a ravine next to her vehicle. The body of her son, Mitchell Dickson, was beneath the wreckage in what authorities called a faked accident.

I've got this nasty cold thing going on. I lost my voice at lunch yesterday, I don't know exactly how that happened. I was talking fine all morning, went to lunch, came back and as soon as I got back to the counter: no voice. Very odd. I was kinda hoping it would be back today, since I have to work and work means TALK. Sadly, no voice, still. Stupid congestion.

Last night was Stacy's belated birfday party. Ran into Kevin Talburt (I'm thinkin' that's spelled right... prolly not). He says Rico is in jail now, for an unknown number of years. Guess that was a long time coming. bleh.

I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes. I can make it through a whole day and be cheerful and talkative and find the humor in things but I can't make it through a thought of my missing kitty without cracking wide open and wanting to sob. So I make it through my day by not thinking about her. I hate that. I don't want to just NOT think about her. I want her back so badly and I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like a bad person because I'm not walking the neighbourhood looking for her but I can't be outside in the dark by myself. I'm sure she feels the same way so my not looking for her is an awful thing.

I just want her to come home. I don't like not having my little baby here with me.

My Doggie still hasn't come home. I've wandered the neighbourhood, leaving flyers on doors and cars and mail boxes and still nothing. I keep checking the shelter listings but nothing. I don't know what else to do. I'm not ready to give up on her because I know she's out there somewhere. But I'm out of ideas.


I just miss her so fucking much.

I don't remember if I said anything about it in here and I'm too lazy to check.

Invitations were ordered Friday before last and are here already. Gorgeous, really. I can't wait to send them all out.

Suits are picked out. I'm pretty sure I said something about those already so shut up.

I need to decide on a guestbook. Not so hard, as I already found one that will do perfectly.

Gotta sort out cake stuff. I hadn't considered Albertson's but I'm tempted to. I'm sure there are plenty of bakeries that would do a fine job but these bits about orders being at least $400? That's some boo-shit. I love my family and all but I'm not feeding them no fo' hunnert dollah cake. No sirree bob.

Already called the doctor about getting my prescription renewed or whatever. She's supposed to call me back but I don't hold out much hope. I wish I'd had this job sooner: I'd have schedule an appointment a few weeks ago so I wouldn't end up without the patch in between it all. blargh. Anyway. I think I'm going to have to call the gyno I've seen a couple times in down town Dallas. I don't imagine it'll be any more expensive than going to the clinic in Carrollton but at least I LIKE this guy. poopid other doctor doesn't listen to me at all.

Chichi has an appointment at 5pm today. Gonna get her little moufy looked at finally. I hate seeing her looking all pathetic and whatnot, even if the ulcers don't seem to cause her any pain. She still eats as much as she always has, lil piggy cat.

Flier day. Flyer day. I don't know how to spell it and yet somehow I am a Grammar GOD! (I'd link to the quizilla test that's in reference to but again: TOO LAZY. duh.) Anyway, I'm gonna wander the neighbourhood later and see if anyone knows where my little Doggie is.

Gotta get glasses or something sometime soon but I guess that's waiting till the next paycheck so I can put some moneys in the wedding account. Gotsta get the caterer reserved and hopefully paid for so that we don't have THAT headache looming.

Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death and the 2nd anniversary of Layne Staley's death. I forget which radio station it was, but a DJ played 'Don't Follow' during the lunch hour yesterday. I don't think I'd ever heard that song before and it was just so freaking sad. bleh.

Alice in Chains - Don't Follow

Hey, I ain't never coming
Home
Hey, I'll just wander my own road
Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow
Say goodbye don't follow
Misery so hollow

Hey you, you're livin'
Life full throttle
Hey you, pass me down that
Bottle, yeah
Hey you, you can't shake
Me round now
I get so lost and don't
Know how
And it hurts to care, I'm
Going down

Forgot my woman, lost my
Friends
Things I'd done and where
I've been
Sleep in sweat the mirror's
Cold
See my face it's growin'
Old
Scared to death no reason
Why
Do whatever to get me by
Think about the things I
Said
Read the page it's cold
And dead

Take me home
yeah, take me home
oh, oh take me home
take me home, yeah
take me home
say goobye don't follow

My baby is still gone. Nicole printed out a bunch of flyers for me and we're gonna give them out on Tuesday. I hate to wait that long but I won't have time to do any of it tomorrow unless I pick them up after work and try to do it during everyone's dinner time. Bleh. I hate feeling like I can't do anything about this. All I can do is wait and hope, really. Kitties are smart, right? She'll find her way home if she's not in someone's house right now. I feel like I'm just telling myself that so that I won't break down and sob more than I already find myself doing. I. Just. Want. Her. Back.


Work sucks. It's busy busy busy (which isn't ALL bad, the day flies by) and people are rude and lazy and stupid. If we just had nice people coming in, I guess I wouldn't mind the busy-ness. Spring hours have changed to 9am to 7pm. Not bad but no schedule has been made to accomodate them. Everyone's still scheduled for 9-6, which means some people will be told to come in at 10, I guess. I dunno. Stupid work.

List of things to do on days off:

1. Take ChiChi to vet for mouth sores. I think she's gotten ulcers from all her chewing and whatnot.
2. Find out about getting a new BC prescription. I HATE having to afford a doctor's visit for it but I'll probably have to.
3. Clean up living room and kitchen. Too much JUNK sitting around.
4. Find out about getting glasses. Eyes are going way too funky to just ignore it.

Updates:

Doggie is still gone. I've looked for her as much as I've had daylight and time for. The boy went to the shelter and looked and then drove around here for 45 minutes. No Doggie. I just got back from a longish walk: I think I saw everyone else's cat but no Doggie. Also, Rottweilers climb fences with much more ease than I would have suspected. Something to note for the future.

I hate the world.

My Doggie has disappeared. :(